Young Writers Society

When hopes wall falls down and breaks, humanity realizes it made a mistake. Conspiracy taken by those who rule, soon they'll notice; humanity's fool. Fact or fiction? choose or die, ...

The Maypole stands In the deserted field Of a ruined school A tree stands beside Gnarled branches lifted Black from soot and ash The maypole’s paint Is cracked down And ...

Alright, here's my latest prose. It'll make a lot more sense if you realise that there's only one person in this, talking to themself. Here it is: Lone Lee Lonely ...

August Rain She stood alone, silent in the ruins of her own surrender; she breathed plumes of steam in the bitter Monday daybreak; her body radiated to all around. All ...

Ode to John Keats Several days after having read "Ode on a Grecian Urn." John Keats nudged my shoulder this morning softly; I grumbled about the hour and looked out ...

Alibird, I hate to say it , but I know I can't delay it. Alibird you're a turd, you stink like a bog. Alibird your absurd, your favorite food is ...

I once knew a guy Who wasn’t all that met the eye I thought he was sweet I thought he was smart But then it turned out he had a ...

Bare with me, this is only the second poem I've ever written in my life. So please, attack it, tell me what I should change so I don't hand in ...

And I scream out for you For the no-one-in-particulars I call my friends And faintly a response surfaces the cold water Only a bubble Not you It was never you ...

Birds in the night, Their cries of fright, Make a camper wonder What on Earth could make them sound Like clouds of frightening thunder. He stands up from the forest ...

Fun challenge - though I'm, ah, not much of a poet. Thoughts are welcome - written on the run. Once a sad fellow - Brenaeus Bree; A wanderer of far ...

quietus on an Aegean Urn - On Reading Edge by Sylvia Plath - she is just a woman perfected in death. an illusion in greek fresco from the isle of ...

A stroke of blue and a spot of orange, visualize the sun and the ocean. A mist of black and a dot of white, the midnight glow reflects commotion. A ...

The river is flowing drifting and blowing it carves its way through earth and trees, continuing to make beautiful tangled webs sitting atop the land. The leaves overhead lean inwards ...

Small Horrors the field mouse runs to seek shelter from the storm, it trembles in the great wind. it finds many crumbs in a ransacked barn full of corn, where ...